anyone can go in i just want it to happen

anonymous asked:

My ADHD got me bullied out of school. I had a group of friends. We got the age 15, they started taking their work seriously. I noticed I couldn’t concentrate in classes, which knocked me down as I was in top classes for almost everything. They bullied me out of school as they thought i was annoying etc. 3 years on and this has had a huge effect on me. I seem to try and change myself to make people like me, i also feel ashamed for not making it through school and that uni will never be an option.

I’m so sorry this happened to you. It’s never okay for anyone to bully anyone else, no matter what. I encourage you to try and stick to your guns and keep from changing too much. I know how hard it is when you just want people to like you and to be your friends!

I also want to encourage you to consider going back to school. You can do your GED, and I’m pretty sure that will qualify you to go to college or university.

Followers, do you have any advice/words of encouragement?


does anyone else get, like, off days? its just like any other day, but instead of just getting up and getting on with ur day you just dont. on an off day i sleep late, i eat unhealthy food, i miss uni, i dont study, i dont go to the gym, i dont really talk to anyone. i can never predict when they come. i dont really feel sad on these days, just tired, unmotivated and apathetic, so it feels different to when i was so depressed i didnt leave the house.

then the next day, the day after an off day, i am back to normal, without even really trying or wanting to be, and i go back to my usual life activities like the off day never happened.


❛ What are you doing? ❜
❛ Where are you going? ❜
❛ Where are you taking me? ❜
❛ How is that working out for you? ❜
❛ Is everything okay? ❜
❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜
❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜
❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜
❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜
❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜
❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜
❛ What else can I do? ❜
❛ What do you think I should do? ❜
❛ What makes you think that? ❜
❛ Who told you that? ❜
❛ Who are you? ❜
❛ Why are you here? ❜
❛ Who invited you? ❜
❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜
❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜
❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜
❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜
❛ What don’t you understand? ❜
❛ Are you joking? ❜
❛ Did I miss anything? ❜
❛ You don’t remember? ❜
❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜
❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜
❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜
❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜
❛ Are you coming or not? ❜
❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜
❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜
❛ Who did this to you? ❜
❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜
❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜
❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜
❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜
❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜
❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜
❛ Where do we go from here? ❜
❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜
❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜
❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜
❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜
❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜
❛ Are we done now? ❜
❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜
❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜
❛ How can possibly think that? ❜
❛ Did you even miss me? ❜
❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜
❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜
❛ Did you kill them? ❜
❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜
❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜
❛ Are you having doubts? ❜
❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜
❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜
❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜
❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜
❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜
❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜
❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜
❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜
❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜
❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜
❛ Are you drunk? ❜
❛ Are you lost? ❜
❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜
❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜
❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜
❛ What are you staring at? ❜
❛ What are you doing out here? ❜
❛ Why did you call the police? ❜
❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜
❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜
❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜
❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜
❛ What did you find out? ❜
❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜
❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜
❛ Are you crying? ❜
❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜
❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜
❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜
❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜
❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜
❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜
❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜
❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜
❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜
❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜
❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜
❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜
❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜
❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜
❛ Why are you telling me this?
❛ Are you ready? ❜
❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜
❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜
❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜
❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜
❛ Do you trust me? ❜
❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜
❛ When will it ever stop? ❜
❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜
❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜
❛ You called for back up? ❜
❛ What did I just witness? ❜
❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜
❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜
❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜
❛ Is there something wrong? ❜
❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜
❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜
❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜
❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜
❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜
❛ You went to a party without me? ❜
❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜
❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜
❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜
❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜
❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜
❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

bismuth is the biggest fountain of wasted potential in all of su.

  • she’s a viewpoint on the war who isn’t caught up in idolising and mourning rose quartz. even in just the special she had, she told us so much about rose that pearl, garnet etc had just never said. imagine how different steven’s character arc could have been if he’d had bismuth there to talk to about this stuff.
  • her design. like, that is honestly one of the most unique character designs on tv right now. freaking RAINBOW DREADLOCKS! that’s just so cool.
  • bismuth meeting peridot and lapis. i mean bismuth and lapis is HUGE because of how lapis got poofed, and then the shared experience of being trapped for 6000 years by people you trusted. on the flip side, bismuth and peridot are fellow tech-orientated rebels, imagine what they could get up to together!
  • (”wait. you called yellow diamond WHAT?” “a clod.” “to her face?!” “well, over the official diamond communication line…” “you used the official diamond line?! peridot, listen, that is one of the coolest things i have ever heard.” “i know, i’m pretty great.”)
  • bismuth and amethyst! bismuth is so huge on the “you can be anyone you want to be” thing, and you can see how that would affect amethyst. like, look at what happened in the special - bismuth didn’t even question amethyst’s size, she just said that it was nice to have another quartz around and was impressed by amethyst’s whip. there is so much potential for such a great friendship to be struck up there.
  • (like. if we’re not going to go the ame/dot route, thanks zuke, then amethyst/bismuth? hello? it’s right there?)
  • FUSIONS. give me a caring, thoughtful and powerful garnet/bismuth. give me an elegant engineer pearl/bismuth. give me a flexible, scrappy amethyst/bismuth. give me a conflicted but ultimately heroic steven/bismuth. give me a total macgyver level genius peridot/bismuth. lapis/bismuth we can probably skip though. maybe in a few hundred years when lapis is feeling better, but maybe never.
  • bismuth meets connie. they both think the other is awesome. bismuth makes connie her own sword. connie is so happy. she introduces bismuth to the fantasy and sci-fi genres in return.
  • (”that’s ridiculous! he’s a dog AND a copter, you can’t ask him to just be one!” “i know! the military-industrial complex is so corrupt, using individuals as pawns in the pursuit of endlessly escalating conflict without a thought for the effects on those people!” “EXACTLY! connie, you’re saying what we’re all thinking!”)
  • bismuth and greg would be… interesting. i’m not sure i have the words for it rn? but yeah. really interesting.
  • bismuth and the corrupted gems, oh my god! how would she feel, seeing her friends and foes alike turned into mindless monsters, knowing that for thousands of years the cgs have been trying to save them to no avail?
  • bismuth vs jasper. the two big buff warrior ladies duking it out for what they believe in, becoming worthy opponents.

just… so much potential…

the best part about the princess diaries 2 (besides everything) is that i remember watching it when i was a kid, and i remember when mia stopped her wedding to andrew i thought “oh so she’s going to marry chris pine instead” because thats just what happens in movies, but then, THEN, she says she isn’t marrying either of them because she doesnt need a king to be queen, and thats when i realised that the point of the movie isn’t that mia can be with whoever she wants, its that she doesn’t need to be with anyone, i was fucking 10 years old, that shit changed how i saw everything, the princess diaries is important af

Come Here Little Girl

Word count: 2,366

Warning: SMUT, daddy kink, rough sex, slight bondage

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @thedevilsbestie for your request!

On a hunt, Y/N is surprised to find out in such circumstances, a kink that she has – as is Dean. They try it out when they get back to the motel room.

“I am not doing that. No way!” You shouted through the motel room.
“Come on Y/N this is where he’s going to be and it’s probably our only chance to kill him.” Dean argued. “I have to go too.”
You snorted, “You get to wear clothes though, you don’t have to go in your fucking underwear!”
You had been on this case for the past two weeks trying to find the vampire that was terrorising the city, so of course you wanted to kill the son of a bitch. But the only problem was that he only showed his face once a fortnight at a club downtown. The club looked like your average sort of club from the outside but in reality it was invite only. Not only that but the invites were for men who had girlfriends and partners that would come along only in their underwear (or less) and then, “I don’t even want to think about what sort of stuff happens in that club at night.”

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Perspective | I wanted to understand why racists hated me. So I befriended Klansmen.
My collection of robes and hoods is still growing.

By Daryl Davis,  September 29 at 6:00 AM:  Daryl Davis, author of “Klan-Destine Relationships,” and subject of the documentary “Accidental Courtesy,” is an award-winning musician, actor, lecturer and race relations expert.    

“One night in 1983, I found myself playing in a country band at a truck stop lounge. I was the only black person in the joint. Taking a break after the first set of music, I was headed to sit at a table with my bandmates when a white gentleman approached from behind and put his arm around my shoulders. “I really enjoy y’all’s music,” he said. I shook his hand and thanked him. “This is the first time I ever heard a black man play piano like Jerry Lee Lewis,” he continued.

I told him that Lewis was a friend of mine and that he had learned his style from watching and listening to black blues and boogie-woogie pianists. My new fan didn’t buy it, but he did want to buy me a drink. While we sipped, he clinked my glass and said, “This is the first time I ever sat down and had a drink with a black man.”

Why? “I’m a member of the Ku Klux Klan,” he said. I burst out laughing. Then he handed me his KKK membership card, and I recognized the Klan’s symbols. In that moment, I was overcome by a question: How could anybody hate me when they didn’t even know me?

I was no stranger to racism. Having grown up a black person in the ’60s and ’70s, I knew that prejudice was common. But I had never understood why. Sitting in that lounge with my new friend, I decided to figure it out in the only way that made sense: By getting to know those who felt hostility toward black people without ever having known any.

Several years later, I recruited that man, whose name was Frank James, to put me in contact with the grand dragon of the Maryland Klan. He tried to deter me, warning that the leader would kill me. But eventually, after I promised not to reveal how I’d gotten the grand dragon’s contact information, James gave it to me.

By then I had decided to travel around the country and interview KKK leaders and members from various chapters and factions to get the answer to my question: How can you hate someone you’ve never met? I was planning to write a book detailing my interviews, experiences and encounters with these Ku Klux Klan members. (The book, “Klan-Destine Relationships,” was published in 1998.)

I had my white secretary, who typically booked my band and assisted me with my music business, set up a meeting with the Maryland grand dragon, explaining that her boss was writing a book on the Klan and would like his input. Per my instructions, she did not reveal the color of my skin.

The grand dragon agreed to participate, and we secured a room at a Frederck, Maryland motel, where my secretary filled an ice bucket with cans of soda so I could offer my guest a drink. Regardless of how and what he felt about me, if he entered my room after seeing the color of my skin, I was going to treat him with hospitality.

Punctual to the minute, there was a knock on the door. The grand nighthawk (the grand dragon’s bodyguard) entered first, and then the dragon himself. “Hello,” I began, “I’m Daryl Davis.” I offered my palm, and the dragon shook my hand as he and the nighthawk introduced themselves. The dragon sat in the chair I had set out, and the nighthawk stood at attention beside him.

We were both apprehensive of the other, and the interview started haltingly. We discussed what he had hoped to achieve by joining the Klan; what his thoughts were on blacks, Asians, Jews and Hispanics; and whether he thought it would ever be possible for different races to get along. A little while later, we heard an inexplicable crackling noise and we both tensed. The dragon and I stared each other in the eye, silently asking, “What did you just do?” The nighthawk reached for his gun. Nobody spoke. I barely breathed.

Seated atop the dresser, my secretary realized what had happened: The ice in the bucket had started to melt, causing the soda cans to shift. It happened again, and we all began laughing. From there, the interview went on without a hitch.

It was a perfect illustration that ignorance breeds fear and possibly violence. An unknown noise in an ice bucket could’ve led to gunfire, had we not taken a moment to understand what we were encountering.

Even though the grand dragon, who now prefers not to be named, had told me he knew that white people were superior to blacks, our dialogue continued over the years. He would visit me in my home, and I would eventually be a guest in his. We would share many meals together, even though he thought I was inferior. Within a couple of years, he rose to the rank of imperial wizard, the top national leadership position in the Klan.

Over the past 30 years, I have come to know hundreds of white supremacists, from KKK members, neo-Nazis and white nationalists to those who call themselves alt-right. Some were good people with wrong beliefs, and others were bad people hellbent on violence and the destruction of those who were non-Aryan.

There was Bob White, a grand dragon for Maryland who served four years in prison for conspiring to bomb a synagogue in Baltimore, where he had been a police officer. When he got out, he returned to the Klan and later went back to prison for three more years for assaulting two black men with a shotgun, evidently intent on murder. But after I reached out to him with a letter while he was in prison for the second time, Bob became a very good friend, renounced the Klan and attended my wedding.

Imperial Wizard Frank Ancona, who headed one of the largest Klan groups in the country, would also become a very close friend. When Frank was killed this year (his wife and stepson have been charged with his murder), one of his Klan members, knowing how close we had been, called me and told me before notifying the police. I accepted the Klan’s invitation to participate in his funeral service.

Three weeks after this summer’s violent clash in Charlottesville, I was invited by the leaders of the Tennessee and Kentucky chapters of Ancona’s branch of the Klan to speak at their national Konvocation. I accepted, spoke and took audience questions after the lecture. Whether or not anyone there immediately changed their minds, we talked as people — and we all benefitted from that.

I am not so naive as to think everyone will change. There are certainly those who will go to their graves as hateful, violent racists. I never set out certain that I would convert anyone. I just wanted to have a conversation and ask, “How can you hate me when you don’t even know me?” What I’ve learned is that whether or not I’ve changed minds, talking can still relieve tensions. I’ve seen firsthand that when two enemies are talking, they are not fighting. They may be yelling and beating their fists on the table, but at least they are talking. Violence happens only when talking has stopped.

And sometimes, people do change. One day in 1999, after having been in the Ku Klux Klan for about 20 years, the Klan leader from the motel interview, whom I watched go from grand dragon to imperial wizard, called me, said he was leaving the Klan and apologized for having been a member. He told me he could no longer hate people. I had not turned out to be what he had always thought of black people. He went on to become one of my best friends, and today I own his robe and hood — one set of many in my collection of garments donated to me by apostate Klansmen and Klanswomen,

which is always growing.”

Masterlist of Memes


  • ☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed
  • ♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle
  • ☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day
  • ☺ my muse trying to piss yours off
  • ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years
  • ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested
  • シ my muse walks in on your naked
  • Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked
  • ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours
  • ♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss
  • ۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up
  • ღ a forehead kiss from my muse
  • 웃 my muse torturing yours for information
  • 유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse
  • ♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses
  • ♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed
  • ≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body
  • ?  my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask
  • + my muse has died and your muse is included in their will
  • ◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 
  • ♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse
  • ✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward
  • ♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward
  • ❅ my muse rescues yours
  • ✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse
  • ● my muse’s turn offs
  • ○ my muse’s turn ons
  • △ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match
  • ⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey
  • ✧ our muses having dinner together
  • ☎ my muse drunk dials your muse
  • ✈ our muses on a flight together
  • ☼ my muse giving yours a massage
  • ♡ my muse flirts with your mue
  • ☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison
  • ♌ your muse visiting mine in prison
  • X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.
  • ☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together
  • 〰 our muses are at the beach together
  • ❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things
  • ✑ my muses daily routine
  • ❂ a new years eve memory from my muse
  • ✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss
  • ✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone
  • ◙ a christmas gift from my muse
  • ♍ a sexual story from my muse
  • ₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together
  • ❊  a regret my muse has about your muse
  • ♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars
  • ♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s
  • ♐ my muse hearing your muse scream
  • ♑ our muses go out for coffee together
  • ♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave
  • ♓ my muse injures your muse
  • ✄ your muse injures my muse
  • ☩ a dream my muse has about your muse
  • ☨ my muse searching for your muse
  • ☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse
  • ✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick
  • ✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down
  • ✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia
  • ✝ a confession from my muse to yours
  • ✙ our muses shopping together
  • ✠ our muses watching the stars together
  • « a past memory with our muses
  • » a daydream my muse has about yours
  • ✐ a mistletoe kiss
  • ✎ our muses going to a costume ball together
  • ✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together
  • ♔ a kiss on the cheek
  • ♕ a kiss on the palms
  • ♖ a kiss on the back of the hand
  • ♗ a kiss on the nose
  • ♘ a kiss on the eyelids
  • ♙ a kiss on a bruise

Sentence Memes

  • “You belong to me”
  • “I found you”
  • “I’m in jail”
  • “You make me so hot”
  • “I have to leave”
  • “Please don’t leave”
  • “And what about our parents?”
  • “Who did this to you?”
  • “You shouldn’t have done that”
  • “What happened last night”
  • “We never tell anyone about this”
  • “So, you want to play games?”
  • “Does that require pants?”
  • “Lets just have a lazy day”
  • “Then go kill the bitch”
  • “I’m pregnant”
  • “You broke me”
  • “Don’t touch me”
  • “You can’t fix this”
  • “There’s nowhere we can hide”
  • “I’m not listening”
  • “Who do you think you are?”
  • “I don’t need you here.”
  • “Did I fall asleep?”
  • “A little evil goes a long, long way.”
  • “I will not die.”
  • “I don’t care.”
  • “I have no regrets.”
  • “I feel numb.”
  • “All monsters are human.”
  • “You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine.”
  • “You look beautiful, but you don’t look fine."”
  • "How many time have I told you to be more careful?”
  • “Let’s get you to bed.”
  • “I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”
  • “Are you crazy?”
  • "Do you trust me?”
  • “How did you escape?”
  • “Is that blood behind your ear?”
  • “Take. This. Off. ”
  • “What’s in it for me?”
  • “What’s in it for you?”


No Strings (X)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating:  18+ (explicit sex)

Word Count: 5,524

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

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iwasapruneratfaverolles  asked:

Wait what's the story about half the boys in your grade getting your class kicked out of Disney world?

Okay, if anyone is going to read this story, you are legally required to listen to the song “Turbulence” first. Nothing will truly make sense without it. You sit your ass through the entire damn song, if you try to skimp out on it the Elder’s will find you. It’s completely vital to the full experience of this stupid ass story. This ENTIRE story exasperates me

Now, okay, so my high school senior class….was relatively a group of good kids. It was a larger grade then I was used to growing up, so I obviously didn’t know everyone in the school personally, but I could pretty much recognize everyone in my grade, and like okay, there were a lot of class clowns and trouble makers™, but for the most part, no one was really a dick and everyone was generally a Decent Person.

Then, for some ungodly reason, the song ‘turbulence’ gets released. 

Now, I think the song actually came out in like, 2011 or something, but it caused Notable Problems with my grade in particular. It was deemed our ‘CLASS SONG’, and every time it played at an event or someone just played it for fun on their phone or something, every single kid in my age group just unexplainably went crazy. You never really knew what was going to happen, and it got worse each and every year- making senior year the year of Worried Faculty, and not without reason. 

Senior Year alone, before this Disney incident happened, the song ‘turbulence’ lead directly to the slightly-violent concussion of an unwillingly crowd surfing teacher and a few freshmen at homecoming, and it was also being blasted on a blue tooth speaker when a couple of boys in my class Lowkey Very Politely High-Jacked The Plane We Were On, so, when we got to Disney World, the chaperones made sure to contact whoever was in charge of our party and told them under no circumstances was this song to be played.


So the school does a Disney trip for the seniors every year- they stay in a cheap hotel and shove four or five withering and hormonal teens in a room, they go to the parks during the day, one night they walk through Universal and see the Blue Man Group in concert, and one night they usually have a big dinner and dance party for the kids, usually held in Sea World. 

But, you know what came out when they were planning the Disney trip? Blackfish. So, the school board (and a lot of the students) were like “UMM-” and that left them scrambling to find a new location for the party. 

The Disney workers, being Disney workers, were super helpful when the school mentioned this issue when they called to make reservations, though. They were like, “Oh, this is great timing! Your school always brings such well-behaved kids every year, and we’ve been thinking about opening up our Fantasia Gardens golf course as a party location! You guys could be our first official party!” and the school was super flattered so they agreed. Disney was providing a dance floor, food, a DJ, and everything else, and it wasn’t going to really cost anything extra, so the faculty was like, Super Excited about it. They thought this was gonna be a great thing, they were the experiment to see if they would try this with other schools, it was an honor, and it meant that they had a great reputation in Disney’s opinion, so maybe they’d be open to providing the school with free/new stuff/opportunities in future years.

Now, let me tell you something- I was Kinda Fucking Miserable for most of this trip. The first day was fine, but the second day saw my friends abandoning me in Magic Kingdom with barely any explanation, so I spent all day roaming MK and Epicot alone, save for occasionally standing next to acquaintances and talking to my different-school friends in a group chat on my phone, and then later that night my friend since third grade like, got a school official and cried to her about how I had instigated a fight and that’s why I was alone all day, which is literally such bullshit and not what happened, it‘s been 3 years and I still cannot believe she actually pulled this fuckery, so even though we made up later in the week I was still pissed the fuck off for the rest of my life the trip. All of my roommates (the deserters) were walking on eggshells around me, except this one control-freak girl who tried to micromanage everything I did (even though literally none of it affected her)  and none of us realized how pissed off I was until I apparently physically threw her out of the bed while I was in a deep sleep, multiple times, and also stole her pillow. So the only person who I wasn’t Fully Done with was this tiny girl from a writing class, but she was potentially Half-Hamster, exclusively wore clothes made for seven year olds, couldn’t go on half of the rides because of her glass eye, and 99% of her conversation points was talking about all the plans she had to hang out with one of the other girls I was rooming with (who didn’t actually wanna hang out with her/got mad at me the third day there because the boy she liked was flirting with me), so like…she was sweet but I also wanna go on rides and not hear how great the girls I’m lowkey in a Blood Feud with are, you know? She wasn’t exactly prime hang out material here. So by the time we get to this party at Fantasia Gardens, we’re all lowkey pretending like everything’s fine but like. It wasn’t hard to tell there was fighting going on. And you could just look at all the other students around you and see there was also fighting going on. Shoving so many kids in hot rooms is never a good idea, like YIKE. 

Anyway, I needed something at this party to be fun. I needed to be released at this point. 

I walk into the place and immediately realize I’m a fucking outlier amongst the girls- every single girl had opted for a sundress, whilst I thought a black skirt and a nice blouse would be enough. This should not have been a problem, but hey. High School. What can ya do. (it just made me more stressed) At this point I was like, this is it, this is it, I hate literally everyone in my high school. There’s nothing holding me back. Graduation take me the fuck away. But I had to make it through this party and then one more day in Disney. 

The room was like, a barn, kind off? Or at the very least it had been decorated like one. There was barbecue food, a dance floor, a lake outside, and a mini-golf course that we were told we were allowed to use at any part of the night. The DJ was playing relatively normal dance/club music. After about an hour of strobe lights and watching people dancing, My Friend Who Hath Betrayed Me and I decided to head down to the mini-golf course. 

There were these two guys there, and I didn’t really know them but they were clearly those ‘All Our Classmates Are Beneath Us Because We’re Alternative And Like Anime And Heavy Metal Music’ types of guys. They took one look at my ass in a tight black mini-skirt and immediately started flirting with me, and on any other occasion I would have shot them down, but 1) They were both actively focused on me over my friend, who I was still mad at and 2) I was frustrated - so I started flirting back even though I wasn’t interested in the slightest (and I had petty reasoning, of course, but I was 18, it was a bad week, it was 100 degrees, give me a break. I promise 99% of the time I’m not Awful). So anyway, we get caught up in a game of mini-golf with these anti-establishment boys, who spend the entire time dissing our classmates for, like, dancing, and looking for excuses to show off in front of me/touch me. We missed like half the dance because of this. 

Right when we were finishing our game, we were contemplating going to the other golf course (I was looking for an excuse to head back to the party tbh we were literally the only four people outside it was starting to feel like the set up to a horror movie) when a girl came up and told us to head back in because the boys™ had busted out the alcohol and we only had a limited amount of time before the chaperones noticed. 

(They sold alcohol at our hotel, a bunch of people had fake id’s made before the trip for this very reason). Me and my friend didn’t actually feel like drinking but we took the excuse and the boys followed us back inside (we lost them on the dance floor and I only saw them once again that night). Anyway, we arrived to what we thought was Chaos, but was truly only the Beginning of Chaos

Right off the bat, I noticed the boys from my Gov class and the boys I knew from detention were huddled around each other, muttering under the music. That, I knew, was not gonna lead to anything good. They see me, and they’re like “Javert! Javert people trust you! Go request that the DJ play turbulence!” and I’m like. No. What are you fucking planning??? But they just keep pressing me. They would not drop it oh my God. One of my roommates overhears this, the one who’s mad at me because her crush she never talks to was slightly flirting with me earlier, and she’s in a petty™ mood so she asks why they want it to play but they still won’t tell her, just keep insisting that it has to happening. So she’s all, ‘I can get it to play’ and struts off to the DJ booth with an exaggerated ponytail snap. I’m left with these boys like. For fucks sake please don’t get anyone killed. 

A few boys break off to go tap people and let them know what’s going on. The smell of alcohol is strong. Boys are starting to discreetly take off their shoes and any valuables and hide them under the tables. The chaperones aren‘t noticing any of this. 

I broke away from the dance floor to get a soda, and one of the teachers sees me looking mildly distressed and asks if something’s wrong. And I know. I know that I have the power to kill whatever the hell is about to happen. I’m the sole person in this room that’s clued in who’s not whispering in excitement and waiting for the song to play. I still don’t even know what they’re all planning on doing, but I could end this so fast, just say the words ‘turbulence’ or ‘the boys’ or ‘senior prank’, and this would be nipped in the bud immediately. This could be over before it ever started, all because of me.

And then I reflect on how shitty my weeks been going, how I was frustrated with most of the people in the room, how I needed something fun to happen at this party to release me from hell. 

I tell the chaperone I’m fine, just getting a little tired, and they drop it and head back to the buffet line. 

I head back to the dance floor. Everyone is grinding with baited breath. 

The DJ’s voice comes over the microphone: “I hear it’s someone’s birthday tomorrow! Let’s play her favorite song!”

Turbulence begins to play.

The class goes wild, wilder than they’ve ever been before. The building may as well be shaking from all the noise and music. 

The teachers are trying to get the DJ’s attention to cut the song. He can’t hear them. 

The bass drops

Almost every boy on the dance floor screams, runs outside, rips off their shirts and jumps into the fucking lake

It was absolute PANDEMONIUM. This wasn’t even the funniest thing they could have come up with but everyone left on the dance floor was loosing their minds cracking up. The teachers and Disney workers were screaming at the top of their lungs and trying to haul boys back onto the land. 

Then the manager of Fantasia Gardens starts screaming that there are alligators in the fucking lake



A L L I G A T O R S. 


All the boys eventually make it back onto land- no one had been bitten or killed or anything, although a few apparently did see ‘shapes moving’ (it was late at night, so nothing clear), and one kid got kicked in the head and knocked out for a few moments and almost drowned, but everyone was intact. 


And like, you can’t fucking blame them. I’m sure when they were making the principal sign liability papers, they didn’t think to include ‘late night gator attacks in a lake’ on the list, they could’ve been put in serious trouble if something had happened omfg. But there was a LOT of yelling/ranting/cursing. NEVER before have they seen such inappropriate behavior, the school would not be allowed to step foot in the Fantasia Gardens EVER again, yadayada, that sort of thing. The more boys I found soaking wet, the more ridiculous this got- I knew which of them had planned it of course, but this was most of the grade. There were like, geeks and nerds and Good Kids™ who I never expected to do something like wild like this standing around half naked looking torn between proud and about-to-cry omfg.

Every single boy who participated got suspended for three days, but they had to space out which boys were suspended which days because they didn’t trust them to not throw a giant party on the days they weren’t there. 

The school is still allowed in Disney World every year, but are banned from Fantasia Gardens and received a fine. 

Turbulence’ was absolutely banned from being played at senior prom. 

pregnancy sentence starters.

“ i’m pregnant. ”
“ i’m pregnant and it’s yours. ”
“ why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant. ”
“ are you pregnant? ”
“ i need to tell you something. ”
“ i have money for abortion. ”
“ how much is an abortion? ”
“ maybe we can put it up for adoption? ”
“ i didn’t ask for this to happen. ”
“ what are we going to do? ”
“ i think i’m pregnant. ”
“ didn’t you use a condom? ”
“ i’m not on birth control. ”
“ it’s definitely yours, i’m not like that. ”
“ i don’t know who’s it is! ”
“ are you really pregnant? ”
“ congratulations on your pregnancy! ”
“ how far long are you? ”
“ it’s too late for abortion, i’m sorry. ”
“ so who is the babydaddy? ”
“ how does it feel to you know be pregnant and all? ”
“ are you going to keep it? ”
“ do you want to keep it? ”
“ did you tell anyone else about it? ”
“ we can raise it. ”
“ we can keep it. ”
“ i am not going through with this. ”
“ what are the options? ”
“ what did the pregnancy test come back as? ”
“ i need a pregnancy test. ”
“ i took a test. a pregnancy test. ”
“ did you get the test yet? ”
“ get more than one test, too. ”
“ it is yours! just as much as it is mine! ”
“ i’m pregnant and your going to help me. ”
“ i don’t want to tell anyone until i’m twelve weeks. past the risk for miscarriage. ”
“ i’m so sorry this happened. ”
“ this pregnancy is going to kill me. ”
“ i’m ready to give birth already. ”
“ how much does a pregnancy test cost? ”
“ can you still get pregnant on the pill? ”
Deep Ass Sentence Starters

“When you think about people who have died, do you picture them anywhere?”
“Sometimes it freaks me out that everyone around me has a life as complex and real as my own.”
“Do you sometimes suddenly hear your own heartbeat and feel sick because… What if it suddenly stops or something?”
“I sometimes just want something really bad to happen to me. Something that’s just really awful. I don’t know why… Do you get that too?”
“I can’t stand the thought that I don’t know what’s going to happen to the world in hundreds of years.”
“Does thinking about Primary School make you sad, or happy?”
“Most pets we keep only become a fraction of our age. Do you think that if they’d know this, they’d call us gods?”
“What are you more afraid of, space or the ocean?”
“There’s no way anyone can tick everything off their bucket list. We all want too much. It’s frustrating.”
“Do you think we’re in control of our lives, generally? Or do you think we just think we are?”
“If you knew you were going to die next week, would you tell people or live the way you were till the end?”
“I think most people remember the exact moment they realised they were grown up. Because of something said to them, or something they saw… Do you remember that moment?”
“One of us is going to die first. Do you think we’ll still know each other to find out who?”
“Do you think we’re all capable of murder when it comes down to it?”
“I’m so afraid of the moment you know you’re going to die.”
“Are there things people have said to you that have legitimately changed you?”
“Why do people fear losing things that they don’t even have yet?”
“How do I know you even have a consciousness? I can’t know.”
“What do you think our purpose is?”
“What if everything is just a coincidence? For instance: What if gravity doesn’t exist? Everything has just always coincidentally fallen to the ground.”
“If nothing else, we at least won the sperm race.”
“If you could send a message to the entire world, what would you say in 30 seconds?”
“Do you think other people’s judgments motivate us or hold us back?”
“If karma was coming back to you, would it help or hurt you?”
“Right, we’ve probably had enough alcohol for the rest of the night. We’re getting way too philosophical.”

best moments of life are just.. That Feeling.. that warm warm feeling that makes laughter come easily where you just feel completely connected to someone, or a group of people, or even to yourself. or the world around you. like… god.. life is worth it just for that simple little feeling of connection. even all alone, i’ve had it flare up under my skin, found myself helpless to the unbelieving little laughs that spilled out of my lips. it’s happened in the middle of a thunderstorm, standing on the stump of my newly cut down tree, getting soaked to the bone until my skin was pebbled up in goosebumps and i was shaking, feeling giddy with that feeling that the world really is Bigger than me and really is just That Beautiful. or walking home, countless times, and taking a glance at the sunset. i keep writing down memories, on here and in journals or just simply replaying them again and again in my head because i don’t want to forget them. being drunk on a lake pier. being drunk under a bridge. zucchini bread and jumping into a river in my underwear. rollerskating and impulsive late night diner excursions. simply sitting on a blanket in a friend’s backyard, roasting marshmallows. the muggy heat at a concert, the way the bass runs through my body, dancing until my feet hurt. god, dancing in general, at prom, barefoot in the grass, doing it while drunk at a random guy’s house, in a car, alone, in my room, at 3 AM. singing off-key, to the same songs that will forever be a connection to the people i love, right now. being with the people i love, even during the quiet lulls in conversation. i don’t want to forget anything. i don’t want to forget anyone. i want to hold onto everything that i can, but look! it’s already slipped away from me, and all i’m left holding are fuzzy memories, and it’ll keep happening like that forever, but i guess that’s okay. every second is a new moment and i’m going to experience them to the best of my ability. and i just. love life a lot you know? i love the people i have a lot. and i just want to appreciate them for as long as i can, as well as i can.


episode 001-004.

  • ‘something’s coming. something hungry for blood.’
  • ‘wait a minute. did you hear that?’
  • ‘we’re in deep shit!’
  • ‘don’t be a pussy!’
  • ‘just twenty more minutes!’
  • 'yeah, she’s turning into a real jerk.’
  • ‘the cause of the power outage is still unknown.’
  • ‘he came home last night, right?’
  • ‘that’s disgusting.’
  • ‘do it, freak!’
  • ‘it’s like you have superpowers or something.’
  • ‘we just made out a couple times.’
  • ‘i’ll climb through your window. she won’t even know i’m there.’
  • ‘mornings are for coffee and contemplation.’
  • ‘he’s not like that. he wouldn’t do that.’
  • ‘the entire east wing will be evacuated within the hour.’
  • ‘she can’t have gone far.’
  • ‘you think you can steal from me, boy?!’
  • ‘this isn’t some lord of the rings book.’
  • ‘do i make myself clear?’
  • ‘is that why you ran away?’
  • ‘you gotta answer a few of my questions first.’
  • ‘all i know is that she’s scared to death.’
  • ‘you think we got a problem here?’
  • ‘we should be helping look for him.’
  • ‘i always had a distaste for science.’
  • ‘i always figured there was enough going on down here, i never needed to look elsewhere.’
  • ‘this is crazy.’
  • ‘smile looks good on you.’
  • ‘we’re not going back.’
  • ‘i know i haven’t been there for you.’
  • ‘i don’t even barely know what’s going on with you.’
  • ‘i should’ve been there for him.’
  • ‘this was not your fault.’
  • ‘do you guys hear that?’
  • ‘is that blood?’
  • ‘you’re freaking her out!’
  • ‘this is mental.’
  • ‘she’s probably a psycho.’
  • ‘and tomorrow night, we go back out.’
  • ‘hey, um… i never asked your name.’
  • ‘i can’t eat.’
  • ‘you can’t get like this, okay?’
  • ‘we’ve been waiting six hours.’
  • ‘we’ve been searching all night.’
  • ‘he was scared.’
  • ‘if he sees the cops, he’ll think he’s in trouble. he’ll hide.’
  • ‘he’s good at hiding.’
  • ‘cops are good at finding.’
  • ‘you’re in trouble, aren’t you?’
  • ‘they want to hurt you? the bad people?’
  • ‘just stay here, okay? stay here.’
  • ‘what do you say? are you in or out?’
  • ‘oh god… that’s depressing.’
  • ‘i just wanted to say, you know, um… i’m sorry about everything. everyone’s thinking about you.’
  • ‘he’s a smart kid.’
  • ‘all that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters.’
  • ‘pretty.’
  • ‘just trust me, okay?’
  • ‘i’m so sick of your excuses.’
  • ‘he’s not coming, is he?’
  • ‘you shouldn’t like things because people tell you you’re supposed to.’
  • ‘i don’t know where my boy is. he’s gone.’
  • ‘did you see him? last night? on the road?’
  • ‘i’m not mad at you.’
  • ‘is everything okay?’
  • ‘promise.’
  • ‘i need you alive for the next few days, at least.’
  • ‘missing kid, suicide… you must feel like a big city cop again, huh?’
  • ‘are you out of your mind?!’
  • ‘i think she knows what happened to him.’
  • ‘do you know where he is?!’
  • ‘stop it! you’re scaring her!’
  • ‘that boy was never very good at taking care of himself.’
  • ‘why am i just hearing about this?’
  • ‘it’d be super weird if i’m not there…’
  • ‘it’s just a loud noise. it’s okay.’
  • ‘they won’t tell anyone about you. they promise.’
  • ‘we wouldn’t have upset you if we knew you had superpowers.’
  • ‘what is “friend”?’
  • ‘you promised that you’d go.’
  • ‘we’re gonna have a great time.’
  • ‘he just wants to get into your pants…’
  • ‘make sure i don’t get drunk and do anything stupid.’
  • ‘you ever feel cursed?’
  • ‘hey, come back inside.’
  • ‘you are a cliché, you do realise that?’
  • ‘yeah, she’s smart, you douche!’
  • ‘you’re bleeding.’
  • ‘just go ahead and go home, okay?’
  • ‘jesus, you scared me!’
  • ‘i didn’t think it’d be a big deal.’
  • ‘you can talk to me.’
  • ‘nothing happened.’
  • ‘you need to stop this, okay?’
  • ‘people are looking for him and they’re going to find him.’
  • ‘can you just try and get some sleep? can you do that for me?’
  • ‘you seriously think that the weirdo knows where he is?’
  • ‘if there is something out there, i’m gonna shoot it in the eye - and blind it.’
  • ‘use your powers, okay?’
  • ‘if you get hungry, eat his snacks, okay?’
  • ‘i know the kid’s not in there, but i gotta check off this box.’
  • ‘no one breaks in here. certainly not some kid.’
  • ‘who’s in charge here?’
  • ‘science doesn’t make any damn sense to me.’
  • ‘i seriously have no idea who you’re talking about.’
  • ‘he’s in danger.’
  • ‘he’s dead.’
  • ‘i’m a dick.’
  • ‘he must really have something to hide.’
  • ‘yeah, this isn’t creepy at all.’
  • ‘this is called stalking.’
  • ‘that’s the thing about perverts. it’s hard-wired into them. you know, they just can’t help themselves.’
  • ‘maybe she freaked out when you went all psycho on the psycho.’
  • 'why did they hurt you?’
  • ‘friends tell the truth.’
  • ‘i understand.’
  • ‘tell me what to do.’
  • ‘i think something happened. something terrible.’
  • ‘this is CIA-sanctioned research.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that there’s some grand conspiracy. i’m just saying maybe something happened.’
  • ‘maybe he was in the wrong place at the wrong time and he saw something that he shouldn’t have.’
  • ‘hiding.’
  • ‘don’t waste your time with her.’
  • ‘we are not calling the cops!’
  • ‘please tell me it’s not the kid.’
  • ‘you were supposed to help us find him alive.’
  • ‘why did you lie to us?’
  • ‘what is wrong with you?’
  • ‘whoever you found is not my boy.’
  • he was hiding from that thing.’
  • ‘you’ve gotta stop this…’
  • ‘you’re talking about grief.’
  • ‘i swear to you, i know what i saw. and i’m not crazy.’
  • ‘i’m not saying that you’re crazy.’
  • ‘i need you to believe me.’
  • ‘i want you to try and get some sleep, if you can.’
  • ‘can you please stop that?’
  • ‘i thought we were friends, you know? but friends tell each other the truth.’
  • ‘you hurt me.’
  • ‘are you sure you’re gonna be alright here by yourself?’
  • ‘screw his funeral!’
  • ‘yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me? that’s crazy.’
  • ‘i don’t know… i was scared.’
  • ‘my parents are gonna murder me!’
  • ‘this is not an okay time for you to shut down.’
  • ‘maybe he’s haunting us.’
  • ‘he’s out there somewhere. all we have to do is find him.’
  • ‘you look pretty good.’
  • ‘we just talked.’
  • ‘the troopers are on duty and you should be safe because we think this is just an isolated incident.’
  • ‘remember, if anyone sees us, look sad.’
  • ‘do you think you can open it?’
  • ‘abort.’
  • ‘she’s missing and something terrible happened to her. i know it! and no one is listening to me!’
  • ‘just leave me alone!’
  • ‘pull me out! pull me out!’
  • ‘what? who is interested in this? this is so stupid.’
  • ‘mouth-breather.’
  • ‘i think that’s a real messed up thing to do.’
  • ‘grief shows itself in funny ways.’
  • ‘i shouldn’t have come here today.’
  • ‘she’s smart. she’s real smart.’
  • so why are you lying to me, man?’
  • ‘what’s your problem, bud?’
  • ‘stick your nose someplace else.’
  • ‘thanks for ruining the game, dick.’
  • ‘you’re gonna get us both killed!’
  • ‘she’ll find him.’
  • ‘i need you to find him.’
  • ‘hurt him?’
  • ‘i i guess i’d rather observe people than, you know…’
  • ‘jesus, the hell happened?’

Sorry.. Don’t think any of it.. It’s not anyone from here.

Everyone here is lovely. And I’m sorry my mood is reflecting on my kindness and helping with you guys..

I don’t want to feel like this…

No matter how much I push it back.. it just comes back worse the next time..

This has happened too many times and far too often. 

Every blow just feels worse. Like if someone threw a javelin or spear through your chest. 

I don’t think i’m alone.. in terms of feels like this.

I think any creators feel like this…and any person can feel like this… 

If they go out of their way just to see the people they care about happy.. they’d do it again and again..

But sometimes its like it doesnt even get recognised? it’s instantly forgotten. just.. pushed aside, and on with the next piece someone can take from me..

And for me, this isn’t about creating content so much… as it’s just everything..

Just subjected to lies and propaganda.. blackmail.. questioning my own judgements and self worth… manipulation… physical and psychological hurt.. it’s tiring… and painful.. 

I’m just tired..

Just venting. Dont worry about it. I’ll sleep it off. 


im sorry…

How the Signs say 'I love you'

Aries: “Don’t forget your coat, it may be cold out.”

Taurus: “It’s okay, have the bigger half of food.”

Gemini: “Can I tell you something I’ve never told anyone before?”

Cancer: “Hey, let’s see each other again!”

Leo: “Don’t worry, you’re not wasting my time.”

Virgo: “I’ve never done this before, but I’ll do it for you!”

Libra: “Hey I was wondering if you’d want to go with me to…”

Scorpio: just aggressively stares are you

Sagittarius: “No it’s ok, I’ll pay for your share”

Capricorn: “You idiot, the next time something like this happens call me next time!”

Aquarius: “C'mon, let’s go somewhere fun!”

Pisces: “Please stay safe out there, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt”

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sure, that would be some real depressing shit but hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting!! :)


It would honestly shatter him completely as you showed him the bite. He didn’t want to believe it when Namjoon had gotten done inspecting you for injuries after that last attack, saying how you got bitten on the shoulder - it wasn’t possible. Jin could’ve sworn you were in his sights the whole least he thought you were, up until now. He felt that he was the one to blame for this misfortune, that he was the reason you would now die.

“Jin,” You whisper, watching as silent tears streamed down his face. “This is not your fault.”

“You’re going to die, because I wasn’t watching you, jagi. How dare you say this isn’t my fault?!”

He didn’t mean to raise his voice at you, quickly regretting it when you flinched back from caressing his damp cheek. Sighing with so much dread, Jin slumps over in physical pain as the weight of you dying was dragging him down; he just couldn’t bare the thought of losing you, especially to those monsters. You didn’t wait another second to pull him into your embrace, holding onto him as tightly as you could while he clung to you for dear life.  

“I’m sorry, Y/n…I’m so so sorry…”


“Yoongi, we can’t keep this a secret, it’s not fair to the others-”

“Do I look like I give a shit what the others have to say about this? You’re my responsibility, my woman, my number one priority - and I’ll be damned if I lose you like this, Y/n.”

He would be an emotional wreck when it happened, the two of you were scouting the area only for it to be an ambush of those demons - cornering you to the point one of them was able to snag your arm real good. Yoongi, having rushed over to you in the nick of time, was able to blast through a good portion of them, so the two of you could get away. Once he saw that you had indeed been bitten, every option of keeping you alive was running through his head.

Telling the others was not one of those options.

“Baby, look at me,” You pleaded, growing more anxious the more he paced back and forth. Gripping onto his arm, you finally get his attention to look into your tear filled eyes. His eyes soften instantly at the look of fear in yours, as he fought not to show that he, too, was scared. “It’s over for me.”

No. Don’t say that, it is not over for you, Y/n. Don’t fucking talking like that, I-I can fix this, I can! Just please, give me some time, please…” He closed his eyes tightly to hold in the tears, but it was no use. They fell freely down his flustered cheeks, as the pain started to seep over the fear.

“We have to tell the others, Yoongi. You know that we do.”

“They’ll kill you, baby, I can’t let that happen. I just can’t…”

Wiping the few tears off his face with your thumbs, you cupped it gently, asking him to open his eyes. Once he did, it only hurt him more to look into yours and see that your mind was already made up, no matter what he had to say. 

He knew that this was goodbye, whether he liked it or not.


Namjoon couldn’t live with himself knowing that there was nothing he could do to help you, or to stop it. It all went down when he was nowhere near the camp, coming back to find it deserted and trashed - all that being left was the trailing the walkers left behind and…your corps.

You laid there in a pool of your own blood, a large bite had been taken out of your face while the rest of your body looked stepped on. Namjoon fell to his knees at your body and cried, not having the strength to do anything else, but hold what was left of your body and just scream to the heavens. He cursed up at the sky, pleading to whoever listened as to why they took you away from him, or why no one had helped you - why wasn’t he there when you needed him? He stayed there until another herd of them came around, due to the noises he made, all slowly closing in on him until they were at a dangerous distance.

But, he didn’t care. 

He felt nothing but sorrow as he continued to hold your mutilated body, not even flinching when your undead form was starting to awaken in his arms, about ready to tear his throat out. If it wasn’t for Hoseok coming back to the camp in case there were any survivors, Namjoon would’ve died that day.

From that day on, he wishes that he did.


Hobi laid next to you as the two of you savored your last few minutes of being together in this unforgiving world that you lived in. He felt like he turned his back for only a minute, and then boom. That walker came out of nowhere as it latched onto your leg, taking a good bite out of your calf muscle. It took a good three bullets to kill it, only because Hoseok couldn’t shoot straight due to him being in shock.

He mentally kicked himself for not being quicker, hating his own guts for being so stupid. Constantly his friends warned him about having his head in the clouds, and now he had to pay the price for it - by losing the one he loved the most.

“I’m so sorry, jagi…if I hadn’t been so immature, this wouldn’t have happened.” He’d sniffle, you wiping the stray tear that slipped past his eye. “Why did you have to pick me, huh? You idiot, you could’ve had Namjoon, or even Jungkook, they would’ve been able to protect you! Why did you have to pick me?!”

You shushed him as he started to work himself up, and also before he drew any unwanted attention to any nearby walkers. Stroking his cheek gently with the back of your hand, you couldn’t help but smile. Even in a situation such as this, he still managed to entertain you.

“Hoseok, you’re the idiot if you think I wanted anyone else but you. This isn’t your fault, it was bound to happen eventually. It just did a lot sooner than we had hoped…”

“We were going to start a family,” More tears started to cascade down his face, your own beginning to form, but you blinked them away. “Everything was starting to be okay again, you can’t leave me…”

“I’m not leaving you, Hobi. I just won’t be around…but I’ll still be with you. And we can still start that family, just…just in a different life. A better life. But, you have to promise me you’ll move on. Promise me you’ll better yourself, to survive.”

He could just hear the exhaustion in your voice, as time was starting to run out. If he didn’t want you to turn into one of those things, he needed to put a bullet in your head. Right now.

Weeping to the point he could no longer see straight, Hoseok slowly started to pull away from your gentle touch, pistol in hand. It practically vibrated the closer it got to your head, his nerves starting to get the best of him. He didn’t want to do this, but there was no one else around to do the job. And if he wanted you to be put to rest, this was the only option. Clicking the safety off, Hoseok stared deeply into your eyes one last time, watching as they slowly started to drain from their warm color.

“I love you, Jung Hoseok. Remember me.”

Those words, followed by the gunshot, would haunt his dreams forever.


Jimin refused to look at anyone as they drove off, leaving you in the road behind them. You had been bit, all having took a vote on you leaving or staying; the majority wanted you gone. The tension in the RV was suffocating, no one being able to say a word, all being too afraid to. It wasn’t until Yoongi finally sighed, heavily.


“Don’t fucking speak to me.” He was quick to cut him short, the sound of his name being enough to set him off. “I will never forgive any of you for this. Till the day I die, you all remain dead to me.”

“There was nothing we could do, man! She was infected, we all made an agreement that whoever was unfortunate enough to get bitten would be forced out of the group, loved ones having no exceptions!”

“She was our friend, Min Yoongi! Our best friend, my world, and you all made me leave her alone on the side of the road, like she meant nothing to any of you!”

“How long until she’s no longer the woman we’ve come to love, huh? Because, in less than 24 hours, she’s one of them. There was nothing we could do Jimin, and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, but it’s done. It’s over.”

Silence filled the RV once again, everyone staring in between the two as neither of them dropped their intense gazes. After a full two minutes, Jimin stands from his seat, jaw clenched as he now stares down at Yoongi. Taehyung and Namjoon both watch with caution in case he were to try anything violent, Yoongi only challenging the younger member with his eyes.

“The only thing that’s over is our friendship.”


Your funeral was the closer for Taehyung’s happiness, that last ounce of hope he had for this world - gone.

When he went to check on you after telling him that you weren’t feeling well, he was greeted by being tackled into the ground by a force that was no longer his loving girlfriend. He held your snapping jaws away from his skin in terror, as he stared into your cold, dead eyes. What happened to you, he asked himself, for you were fine just mere hours ago.

After Jin had successfully shot you in the head, your blood splattered all over his face and clothes, leaving him to just lay on the ground in shock. Pushing your corpse off his body, Jin quickly searched him for any bite marks, discovering nothing but a hollow shell that used to be Kim Taehyung. Now, he felt nothing. You were just alive in his arms hours ago, and now you were nothing but a dead body - one of those things.

He didn’t cry when he watched the elder ones bury you, didn’t speak; he just stood in silence as the rain poured over the seven of them, pulling his hood up as he walked away from your new grave with a blank expression upon his face. Jungkook would’ve run after him, if not have been stopped by Hoseok.

“Give him some space,” Was all he said to the maknae. 

But, space was the last thing that Taehyung needed. As soon as he was alone, down came the tears as he practically rocked himself in the corner of your used to be shared room, hugging the pillow that you had been sleeping on not too long ago. Why didn’t you tell him? How could you not tell him that you were bit, he could have helped you. Why would you leave him like this? 

It wasn’t until he felt something crumpling inside the pillow case, catching his attention as he pulled away from it to inspect it. Reaching inside, he pulls out a piece of paper with your handwriting on it, squinting at it in confusion. 

Dear Taehyung, 

When you read this, it means that I have turned. I wanted to tell you, really I did, but I couldn’t bear kissing you one last time with the thought of me turning into one of those monsters being in your head. I wanted you to kiss me with happiness, instead of pity, with love instead of sadness. You may hate me for keeping this to myself, but I didn’t want you to worry. Please, don’t shut yourself away from those who care about you because of me, move on from this. I made a stupid mistake, and I don’t want you continuing on thinking that this was your fault. I want you to live on knowing that I love you, and things will get better. It my hurt now, but I promise, we will meet again. I love you, Kim Taehyung. Please, don’t forget that, and don’t forget me. Goodbye, my love.

Sincerely, L/n Y/n. 

Water droplets coated the paper as Tae continued to cry his little heart out, hugging the paper to his chest; letting out a soft chuckle as you even sprayed what you had left of your perfume onto the paper. Sure, it did hurt that you left without saying a proper goodbye, but that note was enough to put him at ease. You were right, he needed to move on from this, and be strong just for you. It was going to be hard, but it’s not like he would do it alone; the soft knocks coming from his door assured that. 

“Tae? Are you alright?” Jimin spoke softly, fearing that if he were any louder, Taehyung would not answer. Sniffling a few times, he weakly stands from his curled up position to head for the door, your note clutched in his hand tightly. When he opened the door, he was greeted by concerned looks from his family, all of them worried as Tae has the biggest grin on his face. 

“She’s in a better place, now. I’ve never been happier.” 


“It sucks around here, without you, you know. Everyone being on my case 24/7, you not being here to have my back like you always did. You always had my back, no matter what…and I hate you for it. I hate how heroic you had to be, to save my sorry ass, but at what cost, Y/n? What good have you done? 

Oh, what, just because I get to live even longer in this hell, I should automatically feel grateful? 

Fuck that. 

Because without you, I no longer have a will to live, you hear me? Without you, there is no point anymore. Nothing is the same, and it’s all your fault. All because you had to jump in front of that stupid walker - I could have handled him myself, you idiot! I could’ve easily taken him down, but no! You had to do the stupidest thing, and push me out of the way! You had to be the hero for once, didn’t you! You had to prove that I didn’t always have to be the knight in shining armor, that you could handle yourself, right?! Well, look at you now, you’re dead! You’re fucking dead, and I hate you! I fucking..!” 

Jungkook falls to his knees as the tears kept flowing, weeping over your grave in pure agony as the flowers he had brought you slipped from his finger tips, and landed in front of your tombstone. He didn’t hate you, he never could - if anything, he hated himself, for letting this happen to you. You didn’t deserve this…to die this way. With someone with a heart as big as yours, you should have outlived them all. It just wasn’t fair. 

“I love you…I love you so much, Y/n. Please, don’t leave me…” 

Sterek Writing Prompt - A Bad Joke

Derek knew, when the only person to laugh was Jackson, that the joke had wildly misfired. He was going for banter, he was going for a gentle ribbing, he was…god he was useless.

Stiles’s virginity wasn’t something he hid, for god’s sake. He joked about it himself all the time! Didn’t he? And witches (mother fucking witches, who knew?) were in town and were sacrificing virgins because as well as being vindictive hags, they just loved a cliché. Ergo, a joke aimed at Stiles, about him needing protection, should have just received a little laugh from everyone and they would have moved on to planning how to take the witches down.

What Derek didn’t plan on was the shame, embarrassment and sadness that spiked Stiles’s in scent as soon as the weight of Derek’s words landed. Jackson barked out a cruel laugh and punched Stiles in the arm and Stiles just. Deflated.

Scott, bless his heart, changed the subject effortlessly and the conversation soon went back to battle strategy. Derek refrained from any further ad hoc attempts at humour and Stiles got involved again, but he was muted somehow. Derek tried to think of a time he’d felt worse but was coming up empty. And that in itself was laughable given his fucking tragedy of a life history.

He’d always just assumed Stiles was human kevlar. He was impossible to embarrass. He couldn’t be laughed at because he was always in control of the comedy. But somehow Derek had managed it. It didn’t make him feel special.

Once the plan was in place, people started drifting off to their respective lives and he could see Stiles heading to the door but the feeling that he had to fix things was itching under Derek’s skin. He needed to…something.

“Stiles, wait a minute”

The boy looked like waiting even a minute was the furthest thing from his mind, but he hung back anyway as Scott pulled the door closed behind him. The soft click of the door seemed to echo around the loft as they were left alone. The silence stretched on and Derek couldn’t remember the last time Stiles had been this quiet without being unconscious.

He cleared his throat, determined to clear the air. “Look. I’m…sorry. I didn’t, I mean, it was just a joke and-”

“You can’t joke about that” Stiles interrupts quietly


If possible, Stiles looks even more embarrassed. “You don’t get to joke about…that. Okay Derek?”

“I know, and like I said, I’m sorry - ”

“What were you trying to do anyway?” he asks. “Hell, you never make jokes EVER, so why try now?” Stiles voice was becoming harder, angrier. “Just what were you trying to achieve?”

What was he trying to achieve? What possible answer could he give? The truth? The truth was that he was trying to make Stiles laugh. That his laugh warms parts of him he thought long dead. That when this annoying, bright, stubborn boy throws his head back and laughs, Derek allows himself to believe for a moment that the world isn’t all dark and twisty? No. Hah. Not in a million years.

“I was just, trying, I guess.” He settles on a partial truth. “You guys are always getting at me for being quiet, stoic, you know? I think I was trying to fit in more. Erica makes digs all the time and I just.” He sighs. “I thought I could be like that”

Stiles softens slightly. “I get it, I do. Just.” He looks at his feet. “Just don’t joke about…that. Me. The sex-not-having thing. Erica can joke because I’m not in…I mean she isn’t who I…I mean” he lets out a frustrated sigh and at this point Stiles seems to snap. He’s gone full word-vomit. “God! It’s not like I don’t have offers, okay buddy? Because I do. Lots of offers. Guys, girls, I got my pick. I’m attractive, you know? To people? With eyes? Maybe not glowing blue eyes but eyes and I could have any-”

(Derek has come to think on Stiles’s word vomit fondly, tuning out what he’s saying and becoming captivated by his hand gestures and his perfect cupid’s bow lips moving but this time something Stiles says gives Derek pause)

“What did you say?” Derek interrupts sharply.

“- guy or girl that I want to but -what?”

“The ‘glowing blue eyes’ thing you just said? You…was that about me? You don’t think I think you’re attractive?” Derek stares at Stiles in disbelief.

“Don’t play with me, Derek” Stiles says quietly “It’s not fair. I know you don’t think of me that way, and that’s fine, I’ve learned to live with that but until someone comes along that I want as much as I want you, or until you get your head out of your perfect ass and realise you’re the only person I can even think about sleeping with right now I’m not going to just sex-up anyone in the name of getting rid of the V-card. Virginity is just a social construct anyway so it doesn’t even matter and oh my god I didn’t just say that, forget I said that, it was a lie and what the hell is happening to your face?”

He’s smiling. Derek is smiling big and bright and Stiles is right to question this because he never does that. And he’s smiling because Stiles wants him. There may be witches out there to be stopped, and he’s sure that next week there’ll be something else for them to hunt and kill but for now, Derek can’t think of anything other than the fact that the boy he likes, likes him. He’s going to allow himself this little bit of happiness. He moves closer to Stiles and gently brushes his fingers down his forearm before clasping Stiles’s hand in his.

Stiles just manages to say “Besides, we all know *I’m* the funny one” before Derek stops him talking with a kiss.

Tree Bros: Dead Girl(Boy) Walking

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen 

Characters: Evan Hansen and Connor Murphy 

Rating: T 

Authors Notes: Ok so I’m really into both DEH and Heathers. One fateful day I watched a Heather’s anamatic followed by a DEH Waving Through A Window aniamatic that had the ‘school shooter chic’ thing and this fanfic was born. This is more mature than most of my fanfics, cause Heathers. So fair warning, it is the Dead Girl Walking scene and Connor is playing JD and Evan is Veronica. If you don’t know Heathers, go watch dead girl walking and then come read this. It won’t make sense otherwise. There is no smut, it’s all the on stage stuff, but it gets a little hot and heavy.

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